I picked up a supply of red paper-lace heart-shaped doilies and put together a T&R for the Valentine's holiday. This is presented seated, with a close-up pad:
[Paper heart is displayed and set down on the close-up pad.]
Valentine's Day. There's nothing sweeter than Valentine's Day, when you love somebody and they love you back. And there's nothing worse than Valentine's Day when you love somebody and they don't love you back. I've heard it said that "Life's fair. Everybody gets their heart broken." As far as I can tell, this is true. It's certainly happened to me - more than once! But I think the worst time was when I was thirteen years old, and I had a huge crush on a guy named Carl.
[With a marker, I inscribe the name "CARL" on the paper heart, using the teen-girl method of making the letters conform to the shape of the heart.]
See that? I can still do it perfectly. I covered my notebooks with exactly that. And as Valentine's Day approached that year, I decided to be bold and declare my love to Carl.
[I pick up the Carl-inscribed paper heart.]
I made him a Valentine, just like this, and I presented it to him on Valentine's Day, and....
[Heart flutters back to the close-up pad.]
He was completely indifferent. It was as if...
[Pick up heart again, extend it]
I had handed him my heart, and he...
[Tear down the center]
Ripped it in two. No, it was worse than that. It was as if he tore it to pieces.
No, it was worse than that. It was as if he shredded it completely.
No, it was worse than that. It was as if he crumpled my heart up into a ball and threw it away!
[Ball of shreds is wadded up and tossed onto the close-up pad.]
That was my Valentine's Day when I was thirteen years old!
[Fingers get busy smoothing out the wad of shreds.]
But that same year, on Valentine's Night...
[Restored heart is unfolded.]
I met Sam!
[Center of heart shows the name "Sam" filling the contours.]
A pleasant Valentine's Night to you all!